Home is wherever I lay may head when my bones are tired and weary,
It’s where I go on days when all seems cold and dreary,
Home is where the light is on when nights get dark and lonely,
It’s where I hear laughter and the joy can finally free me,
Home is in your bosom where I hear your heart beat like a drum,
It’s where you have kept me safe from the pain that I run from,
Home is not a roof, the walls, some doors and window panes,
It’s you my darling dear who will dance with me in the rain.
About the Creator
Joshua Powell
I love to write but I’m not very good at it.
Keep reading
More stories from Joshua Powell and writers in Poets and other communities.
It Only Took One Minute.......
It only took a minute. I was sitting at the computer in my office when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and then laid it down my desk as I went to find the student who the call was for. Within seconds I was back at my desk, ready to resume typing, when I heard the student yelling obscenities at me for listening in to his call through the handset that was still lying on the desk. Sick and tired of the lies he was spewing, I was up running down the hall, ready to kill him. By the time I reached him, I had calmed enough not to hurt him, but as I turned back towards my room, I knew that I couldn’t go on like this any longer. The decision was clear. I had to leave.
By Gail Wylie5 days ago in Motivation
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.